February 23, 2018
by Jackson Sabol
It began as usual. With the first storyteller a man named Bill, who is a seasoned story slammer, I knew we’d be off to a good start. Halfway through his story, a drunk man in the corner began mumbling to himself, and when Bill paused his story to ask if he was okay, the man stood up and barged out of the room while hurling a non-stop barrage of expletives at Bill. After which Bill sighed and said, “Yeah I remember my first beer,” which triggered a substantial round of laughter from the crowd. After this, I knew I was in for quite the night. Read more …